His nuzzles made your heart flutter and tummy turn; whenever he offered you his hand you couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful his seemed, daydreaming of a day where the two of you would wear matching rings.

Seokmin was your first thought of the day and your last. The last thing you always did was send him a text good-night; the first, you'd check your phone for any messages from his. Whenever you caught sight of a flower you'd crouch down before it, trying to get the perfect angle to send him. Whenever you had something particularly good to eat you'd file it away at the corner of your mind, wanting to share it with him.

In this ever-changing world there were no constants; nothing was promised. No guarantee of two days of sunshine, no promise of a winter snow. But every day, for you, was constant in that every single day you were fully, entirely, wholly, incredibly in love with Lee Seokmin.

Nevertheless you'd swallow of that down, trying to hide your lovesick smiles and yearning eyes. For years you had succeeded, your love for him never-changing and always evolving to accommodate Seokmin as he grew from gangly teen to muscled man.

But sometimes --

Sometimes he did things that made you wonder.

You grabbed your plastic cup, holding it up to the bath faucet and filling it. The bathtub was cold beneath your thighs, you having changed into shorts and rolled them up, baring your legs to the world.

Once your leg was wet, having dumped the cupful of water, you grabbed exfoliating cloth. Adele sang from your phone as you scrubbed at your skin, your voice soft as you accompanied her.

You grabbed your shaving cream, squeezing it out onto your hand. The front door to the apartment opened and you paused, listening. And then Seokmin's voice, loud and clear, joined Adele's in harmony, and you resumed your task.

Your back was turned to the bathroom door, but you still knew when Seokmin appeared. Maybe it was from being in love with him for so long, but whenever he was near your body seemed to realize it before your mind ever did, as if it was in tune to him and reacted like a flower did the sun, constantly turning towards it.

He had paused his singing, but resumed once he found you in the bathroom. His voice bounced off the walls, surrounding you. "We were born and raised in a summer haze ~ bound by the surprise of our glory days."

You hum with him, slathering your legs with the cream. Seokmin stops belting, singing softly. He presses himself against your back, knees knocking against you, hands settling on your shoulders. "Whatcha doing in here?"

You twist your leg, making sure you covered behind your knee with the shaving cream. You often forgot about that area in particular, finding the hairs later in the night when you're in bed and cursing yourself for not being more aware.

"Shaving," you replied, spreading the cream over your knee. "It's that time of the week, Seokie."

Seokmin hummed, forefingers tapping against your shoulders to the beat of the song. "I don't think I've ever like, seen you shave."

"Well, usually I do it when I shower." You finish up spreading the shaving cream, flicking the excess into the tub. "But I showered yesterday and I don't really feel like showering today, you know?"

Seokmin made a noise of agreement. Then he ducked his head, bending. His sharp nose pressed into your hair; you could feel him inhale against your head. "Hm. Your hair smells good still."

"Still?" You parrot back, twisting to look at him. He's smiling softly, all golden skin and sweetness, so brilliant with his existence that you swear you'd need to start wearing sunglasses around him. "Are you suggesting my hair has ever smelled bad?"

Seokmin grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He tapped at his chin in thought. "Hm. I feel as if answering this may end up with me having no roommate."

"That's what I thought." You gesture towards the counter behind him. "Can you turn off my music if you're gonna stay? Or at least turn it down. So I can hear you."

"No one has ever suggested they can't hear me before," Seokmin returned. But he did as you said, turning down the volume.

He watches, knees pressing against your back once more, as you pick up your razor. You slide off the case protecting the blade.

"Is shaving your legs hard?"

You shake your head. Then you're extending your leg across the tub, settling your foot on the opposite ledge. "It's just taxing, you know? It can get exhausting if you're standing while you do it. Plus if you shower while you do it you also risk the water going cold. And you can't really see behind your knee or other places, so you have to be careful to get them."

Seokmin was quiet. Then, "can I try?"

You pause from where your blade was pressed against your skin. Then you twist up to look at him, peering with narrowed eyes. "What?"

Seokmin shifted, biting down on his lip. He hadn't taken off his outside clothes, still dressed in a slightly too-large hoodie and baggy pants. His glasses were perched on the edge of his nose, making him all the more endearing.

"Can I shave your legs?"

You consider him for a moment. He had never asked before; no one ever had. All your life you had shaved your own legs, your own body. Someone else doing it was awfully intimate, you thought. Them wielding a blade, pressing it against your skin.

It was a form of trust. Trusting him to not hurt you; letting him run his hands over your legs, letting him close.

Shamefully your body reacted at that. Your heart sped in your chest, and a rush of heat traveled to your cunt and warmed it.

You shifted, fighting to ignore how the movement stimulated your cunt. "I mean. Don't you think it's gross?"

"What would be gross about it?" Seokmin cocked his head to the side, a gentle smile on his face. "It's just hair."

"So it is," you return, feeling a grin of your own stretch over your lips. You drop your leg from the ledge. "Go change into clothes you don't mind getting wet, Seok."

He's still grinning when he leaves the bathroom, his hands already pulling at the hem of his hoodie to pull it off. You can't help but stare after him until he rounds the corner, the image of his smooth back burnt into your mind.

You press your hand to the cold bath tile. Okay. Seokmin was going to shave your legs. He was going to have a hand on your leg, at least one; he was going to be close. He was going to be kneeling before you, maybe sitting. His eyes would be level with your knees, maybe even -- maybe even your cunt.

The thought of him sitting before you, level with your cunt, sent sparks through you, heat traveling through you and settling deep. Your cunt reacted, clenching, and when you shifted you could feel the little trickle of wetness leak from it.

Fuck. Fuck! Seokmin was doing something out of the purity of his heart, with sweet and innocent intentions, and here you were turning it into something perverted and filthy.

But still: Lee Seokmin sitting before you, level with your cunt, peering up at you with wide eyes. Him serving you, even just by shaving your legs.

Seokmin reappeared. He changed into shorts, bare feet slapping against the floor. He wore a white tank top, showing off his sun-kissed skin, strong shoulders and thick bicecps. You really couldn't help but stare, eyes traveling over him.

The way his tank clung to his chest, outlining his breasts. The way the straps of his tank top hung loosely to his shoulders, revealing smooth skin, the sharp edges of his collarbone. His sleeveless arms, thick with muscles and veins protruding when he reached out. Long legs on display, the long line of his neck shown off by the steep collar of the shirt.

And of course his face. His dark twinkling eyes and noble nose, strong jaw and high cheekbones. His large smile and how it sparkled.

Seokmin climbed into the tub, careful not to trip on you. He stood before you, grinning triumphantly. "There! All comfy cozy and ready to shave!"

You laughed, reaching out and softly kicking his shin with your toes. "Okay, Seok. Why don't we turn on the faucet, you'll need to rinse out the razor."

Seokmin flipped on the faucet, letting it trickle. Then he climbed down to sit on the floor of the tub, smiling up at you. He kicked at your foot in return. "Razor, sweetheart."

You handed him your razor, watching as he carefully slid the protective sleeve. "God, Seokmin. You've really got big ass feet."

He gasped, setting the sleeve on the tub edge. "You're so mean! Here I am, shaving your legs, and you're making fun of me!"

You extended your leg, resting it beside him. Seokmin took initiative, wrapping his hand around your ankle, ignoring the shaving foam that transferred to his hand from the action. He lifted your foot, using his free hand to tug up his shorts as to not get the foam on them, settling your foot on his thigh.

"Don't worry Seok," you wiggle your toes against his skin. He grinned up at you, reaching out and running the razor under the water. "You've got cute big ass feet."

He laughed, loud and bright. Seokmin set the razor against the bottom of your ankle, and slowly, carefully, he ran it up your leg.

You watched as he moved his hand back to the faucet, running his thumb downward on the razor, collecting your hairs from it. It was weirdly intimate, watching him clean your razor from your leg hair.

He moved his hand back to your leg, veins on his arms flexing as he took care not to be rough with you. You ran your eyes over him. His shorts were pushed up, revealing his plush golden thighs. You shifted your fingers against the edge of the tub. You wanted to reach out and settle your hand against his thigh, to feel his muscles and thickness.

Seokmin was extremely careful with you. He kept a steady grip on your leg and razor. Every so often Seokmin would lower his fae to your leg, looking over it to make sure that he hadn't missed a hair.

"This is kinda fun," Seokmin murmured, glancing up at you, "taking care of you like this."

You grinned down at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he returned. He clean the razor, rotating your leg against his thigh. You pushed against his thigh a little; he squeezed your ankle in return. Seokmin began working at the side of your leg. "I don't know. It feels like -- I don't know. I just like taking care of you. Even like this."

You don't really know what to say to that. Seokmin was, everyone could agree, extremely sweet. There was no disagreement about that.

But his sweetness was both horrible and wonderful for you and your heart. He made you swoon and your heart race, made you want to reach out and throw your arms around him and press your mouth to his. His words and actions were dangerous -- they made you want to risk it all.

I just like taking care of you.

Sometimes they made you wonder.

Seokmin hummed along to the music, faint in the background. "Do you remember when you got sick? That time when you couldn't move?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the memory. "Wow. Thanks for bringing that up, Seok."

"No!" His eyes went wide, puppy-like. "No! I only mean -- when I made you that big pot of samgyetang? And I helped you wash your hair, and went and got you medicine?"

You frowned at the memories of that horrible week. "I'm sorry you had to do that, Seokmin. I feel bad making you --"

"No!" He cried out again, shaking his head. He set the razor down on the tub floor, wetting his hand under the faucet and using it to wipe down the leftover foam from where he had finished shaving. He picked back up the razor again, lowering his face to the space beneath your knee, intent on getting the few hairs leftover.

"I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart," Seokmin mumbled. He glanced up between you and your leg. "I didn't. I just brought it back up because I just wanted to say that I like taking care of you. Getting medicine, making you soup, shaving your legs. I don't mind it. Really, baby. I like taking care of you. I like it."

All air seemed to leave you; your brain flat-lined. It was like the whole universe just disappeared and nothing existed out of you, the bathroom, and Seokmin.

"Seok," you breathed, unable to really say much else. You wanted to say a million words, wanted to take the leap from off the cliff and into his arms. But how could you, when you were still unsure that he would be at the bottom to catch you? How could you when, despite all his sweet words, you didn't know the true color of them, whether they were painted in the gentle shades of friendship and platonic love or whether they mirrored yours.

He bit down on his lip, not looking at you. He moved your leg, extending it up and out. Seokmin rested your leg on his shoulder, giving him easier access to the space behind your knee.

Your shorts shifted, the movement catching Seokmin's eyes. You felt heat rush to your face. Ignoring him, you hurriedly smoothed your shorts back down, tugging them lower and concealing your inner thighs.

Seokmin went back to shaving. He gently pressed the razor to your skin, take care not to hurt you. Your gaze smoothed over the positioning of his fingers against the razor, over his strong forearms.

You wanted him. You wanted Lee Seokmin like flowers wanted sun and rain, like mountains wanted the sky, desperately rising over the horizon and kissing it.

It was horrible, you couldn't help but think. All this time being committed to Seokmin, being devoted to your friendship. Years of loving him, from the slope of his nose to his barking laughter; years of repressing it, content to just be at his side even as he held the hand of another.

You were content, you would tell yourself. You were -- you would say, watching as Seokmin looked at another with stars and suns in his eyes -- satisfied with this, with sharing memories and wishing to share a future with him, even if it meant one shrouded in friendship.

You were content with his friendly affections, you'd tell yourself. You were glad to know that every passing hug, cuddle, his sweet little kisses pressed to your cheek were all borne from the kindness of a close friend.

But your traitorous heart stammered and stormed in its trap, calling out. You weren't content. You weren't content with just staying at his side as a friend, you weren't content with knowing that one day you would watch him give his entire heart to another and you would be no one but a dear friend, a footnote in his life.

It was cruel, you thought, watching as Seokmin gently turned your leg, looking for any more stray hairs. It was cruel to love someone so kind and genuine, so sweet and honest.

"There," he announced, squeezing your leg. Seokmin smiled toothily up at you. "All done with this leg! You're as smooth as a rock, I'd say."

You raised your eyebrows in recognition. "Yeah? You reckon?"

"I reckon so," Seokmin returned. He placed the razor on the bathtub ledge, far from you. He then, softly, gently, fervently, ran his hand along your leg. He hummed, his eyes downcast, watching as his own fingers slowly mapped out your leg.

You swallowed, heart in your throat. His touch was horrific.

His touch made you yearn and lust in turn. You wanted his touch against you all the time, wanted to feel his hand in yours. You wanted to be able to grab his hand and run your fingers over his. You wanted his fingers to travel over your leg, up and up and up; to push beneath your shorts, to press against your panties and claim your cunt as his.

Then, nightmarish, as if it had come out of your most horrid dreams, you felt warmth flood through you, felt your wetness trickle out of your cunt and stain your panties.

A moment, and then you realized, with great horror, that you could smell it. Your shorts did nothing to hide your smell, as baggy as they were. You could smell your cunt through your panties and shorts, and you, with your stomach churning and rising into your throat, knew that there was no way Seokmin wouldn't smell it.

His dark eyes glanced up to you.

Immediately you withdrew, pressing your hands against the edge of the tub. You moved your leg from his shoulder, refusing to look at him, heart hammering and twisting and you knew you would have to move out. You would have to move from your apartment, from your city. There was no way you could face your friends again, let alone Seokmin.

Fuck -- what about your parents? They knew Seokmin; they loved him. They always asked after him, always so openly adored him. What would they do when you told them you no longer could see Seokmin, when you told them that the reason was because you were stupidly horny for him, that your lust ruined years of friendship.

"I think I'll finish later," you murmured, still not looking at him. "Sorry."

Then Seokmin was throwing himself forward, knees clanging against the tub. He wound his arms around your waist, stilling your movement, keeping you on the edge of the tub.

Surprised, you looked down at him and met his eyes. They were impossibly round, like saucers. He held the universe in his eyes, and you wanted to drown in it. "Y/n," he began, his chest against your knees; you could feel him breathing against your legs. "Wait. I need to tell you something."

Your heart leapt and fell in the same second, as if you had jumped for joy and instead found the earth had disappeared beneath you. "Seok, really --"

"No!" He pouted, pressing himself closer. He peered up at you, incredibly sweet. "It's important."

You wet your lips. Then you settled your hands over his arms, squeezing gently. "Okay."

Seokmin took a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. But then he looked you in the eye, flicking his head to keep his bangs from obscuring his view of you.

"I -- I'm a horrible person."

You blinked once; twice; thrice. "What?"

He let out a loud groan, the noise echoing aruond the bathroom. He burrowed forward, forcing your thighs apart and placing his face against your stomach. Instinctively you settled your hand on his head, fingers carding through his hair. "Seokmin, you're not a bad person --"

"I am," he insisted, sharp nose pressing against your tummy. "I'm horrible. I've been lying to you this entire time."

You grew alarmed, brows furrowing. You tugged on his hair, trying to get him to show his face, but he resisted, whining. "Seokmin, you've got to be more clear with me. I don't understand what you're saying, sweetheart."

He whined again. "I wanted to shave your legs!"

You tilted your head, confused. "I mean -- yeah? It's not like you ask to shave someone's legs without wanting to? Like, it's really an intimate activity, I reckon, so --"

Seokmin groaned. "Baby," he said, shifting so he could peer up at you. He was pouting still, and you couldn't help but move your hand from his hair to his face, cupping his cheek. "That's not what I meant."

"So say what you mean, Seok," you murmured. "I can't understand you if you beat around the bush. Just because we've been friends for years doesn't mean I can read your mind all the time."

Seokmin nodded, tangling his fingers in the fabric of your shirt. He pulled at it, twisted it. "I wanted to shave your legs because it gave me an excuse to be with you."

"Seok --"

"Wait," he rushed on, dark brown eyes pleading. "Don't -- let me just talk, okay? Even if you don't understand."

At your nod, he carried on. He kept one of his arms around you, the other still messing with your shirt. "I -- I wanted to shave your legs because I like doing things for you. Not because we're friends -- well, I mean, of course we're friends, but I don't do it just to be -- you know, friendly. I mean, I'd make soup for any friend who's sick, yeah. But do you think I'd get in the bathtub to shave their legs?

"Like -- I wanted to be close to you, I wanted to do something for you. I wanted to -- to touch you, Y/n. I -- I'm horrible like that," he added, voice softer. "I'm horrible because I -- I've been taking advantage of you. When you were sick I pretended I was your boyfriend taking care of you, and when you ask if I could bring you something at work I pretend that I'm your boyfriend doing little errands.

"And -- and when I asked to shave your legs, it was just because I wanted to touch you and touch your legs. And like yeah, I did want to help you with shaving but that's because I love spending time with you and being with you and helping you. I love helping you reach things, I love it when you let me hug you when we're around our friends, I love it when you let me do weird stuff like shaving your legs, and I --

"I'm in love with you," he finished, voice going quiet.

For a moment the two of you were still. Your hearts didn't beat, your minds went silent; you wouldn't be surprised if even your blood stopped flowing.

"Seok," you breathed, eyes wide. You trapped his face between your hands, held the entire universe between your two mortal hands. "Seok -- I've liked you ever since you drove through the rain to get me from my campus dorm during the beginning of spring break. I've been in love with you ever since you invited me to that little painting activity at Minghao's job."

Seokmin's eyes were wide. "That's -- that was so long ago --"

"Do you remember? Do you remember that you got paint on your nose, and I pointed it out? And you laughed, and that was it."

"That was it?" He echoed, reverent. "I felt so guilty after, Y/n. I had pretended it was a first date, that you had -- that we were on our first date."

You laughed softly, a calm sort of excitement coursing through you. It was odd, how keyed up and in tune to Seokmin you were; but at the same time you felt serene, as if you had finally found the last puzzle piece to something you had been working on for years, and you were about to put it in place and step back to admire it.

"I would've said yes," you said, hands shifting on his face. You brushed your fingers over the shell of his ear, just marveling in the feeling of his skin beneath your fingers. "If you had asked, then. I would've said yes. I never would've imagined you had liked me all that time ago."

Seokmin huffed a laugh, as if he was in disbelief. "For me it was when we went to that flower festival. Remember? It was me and you and Jeonghan and Joshie. And you had stopped to take a picture of the flowers -- they were yellow tulips -- and then you put your phone down and you just looked at them, as if they were the most gorgeous things in the universe, and I just couldn't look away from you.

"I still can't stop looking at you," he carried on, swallowing. "Ever since then I haven't been able to look away."

Your eyes stung, your heart sang. You sunk your fingers into his wavy dark hair, thumbing at the strands. "All this time?"

"Of course," he said, brows pinched at the center. "How could I not have been in love with you?"

You barked out a harsh laugh, taking your hand away from his hair. You pressed it against your eyes, trying to force your tears away. "Fuck. Fuck. All this time -- I thought you had wanted to move in with me because you didn't have a choice, because Josh had moved out."

He sighed, reaching up. Seokmin took your hand in his, squeezing gently. "Never. Living with you has been one adventure after another, Y/n. And each single one had the best endings because you were there."

"Seok." It was like his love was water and your heart was a cup, overflowing with it. "I'm in love with you."

He laughed, and then Seokmin rose to his knees fully. He unwound his arms from around you, cupping your cheeks between his large hands. You let him guide your head down, eyes fluttering shut before his lips even met yours.

Seokmin kissed you with confidence, any insecurities he must have felt having left him as soon as you affirmed your feelings for him. His mouth was insistent against you, kissing you as if this, too, was another way for him to show his adoration and love for you.

Your hands went to his shoulders, grabbing. You twisted the fabric of his tank top in your hands, nails scraping lightly against his tanned skin when his tongue skimmed along your lower lip.

He pulled back slightly. "I love you. You're so beautiful. I love you."

You used your grip on his shirt to guide him back to your mouth, tongue rolling into his mouth. Seokmin let you lead, let you slide your tongue against his, let you suck on his lower lip.

When the two of you parted both of you were breathing heavily, gasping for air. He pressed his nose against yours, bumping gently, the small action making your heart flutter.

Seokmin fell back to his knees, hands resting gently on top of your knees. He traced figures into your skin as he looked at you, dark eyes flickering over your face, memorizing you.

You couldn't help but just look at him back. His beautiful nose and lips, the beauty marks that decorated his face. His eyes, the way his bangs fell and covered his forehead. He was beautiful, even there, on the floor of the bathtub.

Seokmin sighed softly. He ducked his head, pressing a kiss to the kneecap of your unshaven leg. He ran his hand along your calf, uncaring of how the small hairs pricked at his fingers.

"I love you," you can't help but say, smiling down at him. "I love you, Seokmin."

He was quick to echo the sentiment, unwilling to let your words go without a response. Those three words were like a melody, and he refused to let it go without its harmony, refused to let them go unanswered.

Seokmin reached beside you, grabbing the can of shaving cream. His hands were large and long enough that they made the can seem small. "How much do I need?"

You settled your foot on his thigh, unreserved with your touch. "Just enough to fill your palm will be good."

The sound of the can spritzing out cream filled the air, and as soon as you saw just how much cream fit into his palm your eyes widened. His hands were large, of course, just like his feet and nose and - ahem, anyways. His hands were large, and filling his palm meant that he used a good amount of the shaving cream, more than you would need.

He laughed, swiping his finger through the cream. "It feels like a cloud."

"You wouldn't be able to actually feel a cloud," you murmured. "They're just made up of tons of little water drops. I think if you were to put your hand through it all that would happen is your hand would get damp."

Seokmin shot you a look. He rubbed the cream together then he began spreading it along your leg and knee. His touch was light, rubbing and massaging your leg, ensuring that every part was covered. "I didn't mean it literally. I know that I can't actually touch a cloud."

You hummed. "Well, first there's the problem of reaching it to consider."

"I'll eat tons of veggies and just grow super long legs," he logically explained. "Long enough that I can reach the clouds no problem."

"That brings two issues to the table, though." Seokmin turned on the bathtub faucet just enough to rinse off his hands, getting the shaving cream off. Once done he turned it off again, reaching for the razor. "First of all, how could we talk to each other if you're so tall so you could tell me what clouds feel like?"

Seokmin ducked his head, keeping an eye on his hand as he slid the razor against your leg, ankle to shin. "I'd take a walkie-talkie."

"Do walkie-talkies work so high up?"

Seokmin cocked his head, pausing. "Well. I could take a radio with me."

"Wait," you gasped, eyes wide. "We can just use our phones. I forgot that planes literally are at cloud level and you can call from planes. We're idiots."

"Idiots in love," Seokmin said, grinning widely, his eyes crinkling from the force of it.

You laughed. "Okay okay. Idiots in love, I suppose." Then you paused, furrowing your brows. "I just realized we totally confessed our love for one another, which we both had assumed was unrequited for at least four years, and you're back to shaving my legs."

Seokmin shrugged. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I mean. It's sort of lackluster, isn't it? In the movies love confessions are usually met with, you know." You felt heat travel to your face, and you looked at your shampoo bottle across the tub.

"No, I don't know," Seokmin said, and you could hear the grin in his voice even if you couldn't see it. "You'll have to tell me, sweetheart."

You threw him a sharp look, ignoring how a smile of your own was growing. "You have to admit that shaving my legs after our confession is a little weird."

"I don't think it's weird," Seokmin said. "I'm not just shaving your legs. I'm shaving your legs with love."

"Funny," you said, voice dry, "I thought you were shaving them with shaving cream."

Seokmin snorted, a loud noise that had you immediately laughing, throwing your head back. He snorted again in between chuckles, leading to another bout of laughter that made you nearly slip from the edge of the bathtub, your grip on the ledge not as tight due to your laughter.

Immediately Seokmin was dropping the razor beside his leg, settling his large hands on your hips and steadying you. He was practically beaming at you, the sunshine on his face so bright that you could hardly stand to look at it for fear of going blind. You continued to look at him though, too caught in the radiance of Lee Seokmin to even think of looking away.

"Careful!" He chided you, hands squeezing. "Don't want my new girlfriend falling. Unless it's for me."

"Of course," you said, hands settling on his arms. "Naturally."

Seokmin hummed. He squeezed his hands around your waist once more, fingers playing with the flesh there, massaging it. "What was the other thing? You said you had two problems with me eating veggies."

"I didn't say that," you giggled, moving your hand up his arm and to his shoulder, slipping your fingers underneath the strap of his tanktop and pulling at it. "But, as I was saying, if you grow super long legs and go to touch the clouds, we won't be able to talk --"

"Which would suck."

"-- and," you continued, watching as you tugged at the strap, revealing more of his sun-kissed shoulder and collar, "we wouldn't be able to kiss."

He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you breathed, taking in his body, how sturdy he seemed before you, how strong he was. "You'd be too high up. Wouldn't be able to reach your mouth."

"Fuck," he exclaimed, and then Seokmin was pressing his mouth to yours once more.

You inhaled sharply, arms winding around his shoulders. He kissed passionately, quickly, mouth never still for more than a moment, intent on marking your lips as his. Seokmin's hand went from your hip, smoothing over the skin of your bare thigh, fingers pressing against where your shorts had ridden up, bunched at the crease of your thigh.

"Y/n," he spoke against your mouth in a mumbled rush, your name the prayer of the worshiper before you, "can I -- you don't have to do anything, I just wanna feel you, I wanna touch you. Please, Y/n, please."

You nodded against him. His mouth claimed yours once more, claimed your lips and your breath and tongue, all as his, as if he hadn't had claim over your entire being for years, even if he didn't know it.

Seokmin's hands went to your shorts, and then you were lifting off of the ledge of the tub just enough for him to pull your shorts down your legs. You watched, with half of your mind present, as it slid alongside your leg with the shaving cream still smoothed over it, creating a mess of your shorts.

Seokmin's own clothes were getting covered with shaving cream, but he showed no sign of caring. He pressed close, one hand tangling in the back of your shirt, rucking it up and baring part of your back, his other hand gripping your thigh, thumb pressing into the flesh of your inner thigh.

"Let me," he begged, nose bumping into your cheek, spit smearing over your mouth, "let me touch you. I wanna touch your cunt, wanna see it. Please? Know you have a cute little cunt, a pretty little pussy just like the rest of you."

"Seok," you exclaimed. Or you tried to; your lungs seemed to have no air, and every word left your lips breathy, without any weight. "Seok, I want -- want you."

His fingers brushed over your cunt through your underwear and it was as if you had been electrocuted. Seokmin's touch sent a shock through you, your legs widening and head tipping back, unable to do anything other than offer your body up for him to devour.

Seokmin traced your cunt with his thumb, mapping it out. Once his thumb found your clit he let out a small, shaky laugh. Seokmin ducked his head, thumb pressing down against your clit, massaging it.

"Seokmin," you gasped, brows furrowing. He pressed his fingers against your hole, keeping his thumb against your clit. Despite the fabric of your underwear acting as a barrier he pushed his fingers in, cunt sucking and clenching greedily.

"It's okay sweetheart," he murmured, capturing your lips with his once more. You could barely kiss him, your mind not on his lips but his fingers as they pressed into you, as his thumb rubbed at your clit.

"You're beautiful," Seokmin whispered, hand leaving your cunt. You whined, a pout immediately pulling at your lips. Seokmin laughed softly, fondly, pressing his mouth against yours and kissing your pout away.

His hands didn't leave your cunt. He pulled at your underwear, fingers slipping inside. Seokmin sighed against your mouth, fingers slowly, gently, pressing into your hole, dipping into your cunt. His thumb, meanwhile, returned to your clit; he didn't press against it like before, instead tracing around it, thumb barely brushing over your clit as he focused on the area around it.

Your mouth fell open, brows furrowed, feeling something sting at the corners of your eyes. Soft little moans left your mouth, hips canting up into his touch, just as greedy as Seokmin was for him to claim you.

Seokmin's mouth wandered from your face to your neck. He pressed lingering kisses to your skin, teeth pulling and mouth sucking. Your mind seemed to whirl, trying to focus on the sensations of his mouth while also on his hand.

You felt surrounded by Seokmin. You felt as if he was taking you whole, despite him only using his hands and mouth.

"You sound so beautiful, you know that?" He said, teeth skimming along the place where your shoulder and neck met. "You -- don't be mad at me. But when you'd touch yourself I could hear, sometimes, and you always sound so beautiful, so gorgeous and tempting and I can't help but listen."

You moaned, not even in the presence of mind to think seriously of Seokmin's words. You heard him talk about listening, about how he liked to hear you touch yourself, and you couldn't help but think of it. Of your dildo deep in your cunt, trying to muffle your moans but Seokmin hearing them anyways, pressed against your bedroom door, listening.

"You're so beautiful 'n gorgeous," he babbled on, mouth hot against your skin. His fingers plunged into your cunt, two slowly burying themself in, stretching you out. Your cunt accepted them greedily, hips chasing after his fingers, trying to force them in.

Seokmin pulled away, leaning his head against your arm. He stilled his fingers inside of you, though his thumb still traced figures around your clit. "Fuck, you're an angel. You're so eager for me, aren't you? You want me. You want me."

You whined, grabbing at him. Seokmin let you, tilting his head towards your wandering hands as you sunk your fingers into his hair. "'course," you mumbled, one of your hands moving to the shell of his ear, tracing it. "'course I want you. I need you, Seokmin, need you."

Seokmin turned his head towards your hands, pressing his lips against your fingers. "Don't worry, princess. You've got me. You got me."

He buried his fingers the rest of the way into your cunt, eyes carefully watching your face for discomfort. It burned, slightly. His fingers were thin but the two of them were a stretch, but you knew -- just from glancing down at the large bulge in his pants -- he'd need to fit another in for you to even think of taking him.

Seokmin pulled his hand from your hip, and then he was putting that hand, too, down to your cunt. He hooked his fingers in your panties, using his long digits to pull it aside. He moved his thumb from your clit, replacing it with the one that had been on your body. Then he began shifting the fingers that were in your cunt, a third poking at your hole, searching inside of you.

You tried to center your attention on his hands, on how his dark brow furrowed with concentration as he tried to find your core. But his thumb felt so good as he rubbed at your clit, grinding down on it and making you want to ride his hand, toes curling. And the stretch of his fingers as he slid the third finger in felt so good, burned just enough for it to feel right.

You wanted and yearned and lusted and thirsted, and he was giving it to you.

"Seok --"

"Can you cum like this, baby?" He asked, dark eyes flicking up to yours. "Can you cum on my fingers, princess? I bet you can. You're always so good for me, yeah? Always so good to me. I know you can cum, yeah?"

He adjusted his fingers towards your front, and you couldn't help but press your nails into his shoulders as his fingers brushed against your core. The squelching of your cunt seemed loud, and combined with the warmth that flooded through your body at Seokmin's touch the music -- which still played from your phone -- went greatly unnoticed.

A few well-aimed thrusts with his fingers towards your core, the thumb of his other hand grinding down on your clit in tandem, and you were orgasming around him. You couldn't help but drape your body over his, relying on Seokmin's strength to keep you from falling.

He continued fucking you with his fingers as you came, his beautiful voice flooding your ears and mind. All you could think was him and his touch, even as your nerves exploded and, eventually after some time, mended.

Seokmin had slid his hand from your cunt, no longer stimulating your clit, in favor of wrapping it around you. He held you, up on his knees, face pressed into your neck. He was talking when you felt your mind return to your body, his voice sweet and beautiful.

"-- so beautiful, you know that? Sometimes when you smile at me I think that I'll die right then and there. Especially when you like, look up from what you're doing and stop doing it just to smile at me. Makes me feel special, you know?"

You laughed breathlessly against him. Seokmin stiffened for a moment, and then he was giggling along with you. "You okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded, pulling back. You took him in; the way his eyes lingered on you, his tongue running over his lips.

He shifted, his fingers inside of you following his movement. You winced, fingers flinching against his shoulders. "Shit -- sorry, princess."

Seokmin slowly withdrew his hand from within you. Despite of it all, despite having came only minutes before, when his fingers dragged against your walls you couldn't help but clench around them, hips grinding down on him.

Seokmin glanced up at you, eyes wide. You felt heat rush to your face, but you didn't look away. "I -- sorry."

"Why?" He demanded, hand settling on your thigh. "Can you -- do you think you can do it again?"

Your cunt clenched. You nodded, and Seokmin grinned blindingly. He stood tall above you, and for a moment your gaze lingered on the way his tank top hung from his torso, how his own shorts were bunched around his thighs and his dick was visible through them, large and long.

But then your eyes caught sight of the shaving cream stuck to his clothes. You glanced down your own body, and sure enough your shorts and legs were covered in shaving cream, made a mess by your impatient bodies.

You began giggling, leaning down and swiping your fingers through the shaving cream. You flicked it at Seokmin, the cream plopping against his shirt. "Before we go anywhere we need to leave our clothes in here. They're absolutely covered in shaving cream."

Seokmin giggled along, tangling with your own laughter and making it a melody. Then his hands were at the hem of his tank top, pulling, and all laughter ceased from you, eyes locked on him.

You watched, perhaps far too eagerly, as he lifted up his top. Your eyes were stuck on his figure, drinking in every single millimeter of sun-kissed skin he revealed. Seokmin was all lean angles, his stomach firm and shoulders broad, though his chest was soft.

"Stop looking at me like that," he laughed, flinging his tank top to his feet.

"And how am I looking at you, Seok?"

His fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts. Seokmin's ears were flushed with color, trying to hide the smirk that was slowly overtaking him from how he enjoyed the weight of your eyes on his body. "You're looking at me like I'm something you wanna eat."

"Hm," you hummed, eyes on his hips. He had wide hips, and when he began pulling down his shorts, revealing skin slightly paler than his arms, you couldn't help but suck in your lip in appreciation. "Wonder why I'd look at you like that, Seok."

His pants dropped to the floor of the bathtub, leaving Seokmin just in his black boxer briefs. They did nothing to hide the shape of his dick, and when he turned to drop and grab the razor he abandoned, putting it safely on the ledge of the tub, your eyes flicked down to his ass, appreciative.

Seokmin's eyes darted up to yours. Then he let out a surprised noise, hand reaching out and slapping your knee. "Stop looking at me like that!"

You laughed loudly, reaching for him. You looped your arms around his thighs, bringing him close. He let out a low, strangled sound as you pressed your face against his thigh, lips kissing the fabric of his boxer briefs. "Come on, Seokmin. Give me a break. You just said that you've been listening to me masturbate but I can't look at you and appreciate you?"

He huffed, hands coming to rest in your hair. Seokmin guided your head back, and you tried to ignore the large shape of his dick and how it grazed against your cheek.

"Fuck," he whispered, "you look beautiful like this."

You let out a breath of laughter, ducking your head and burying your face against his thigh again. And then you were pushing him back, rising from the edge of the bathtub.

Seokmin watched, just as greedily as you had, as you hooked your hands into the waistband of your shorts. You pushed them down, ignoring how they fell through the shaving cream still on your legs. You grabbed them, and, still bent, you began wiping at the rest of the remaining shaving cream.

"Wait." Seokmin's hands went to your shoulders, and then he was pushing you back up. He took your shorts before crouching down, his knees popping. Seokmin began wiping at your legs, your little dark leg hairs reemerging, triumphant at surviving another day without being shaved.

You tangled one of your hands in his hair, playing with the long strands. "Gosh, Seokie. You're gonna make me start to think that you like being on your knees."

He stopped, eyes wide as he looked up at you.

You laughed, your free hand going to cup his cheek. "You do. You like being on your knees for me, don't you?"

Seokmin huffed, tossing your shorts to join his discarded clothes. "Already said I like helping you."

You cooed, pinching his cheek. Then you withdrew, stepping out of the tub. You looked down at your shirt and gasped, pulling at it. "Oh no!"

Seokmin was at the edge of the tub in an instant, reaching for you. "What is it?"

"I've got shaving cream on my shirt, too," you said, despite there not being a single ounce of cream anywhere on your shirt. "I'll have to leave it in here, too, I guess."

Then you were tugging it up and off, throwing it into the bathtub. Seokmin's eyes were froze on your chest, drinking you in. The curve of your breasts, the line of your shoulders. The shape of your throat, the bend of your stomach.

You grabbed your phone, finally stopping the music -- You Found Me by the Fray. You pretended to frown, looking down at your phone screen. "Oh no, I've got a text from Jeonghan --"

"Like hell you do!" Seokmin said, jumping from the tub. He grabbed your phone, placing it on the counter. Then his hands were on your hips, pushing you from the bathroom and down the hall, ignoring the sound of your laughter as he directed you.

He lifted you up and threw you onto his bed, grinning as you laughed at his eagerness. You crawled up to the head of his bed, excitement shooting through you as you felt the bed dip from his weight.

Seokmin's hands went to your waist, and then he was flipping you over. He went to his knees between your legs, large hands going to your thighs and spreading them, letting him press closer. His dark eyes drank you in, as if you were a masterpiece hanging at the Met and not his friend and roommate and maybe-lover laying on his bed.

"You're perfect," Seokmin informed you, hands smoothing up your thighs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, raising his eyebrows in question. You lifted your lower half in answer, helping him guide your underwear the rest of the way down your legs.

Seokmin threw them down the bed, paying no attention to where they fell. His hands went back to your legs, running over both your freshly shaven leg and your hairy one all the same.

It was ridiculous, you thought, how his lack of preference sent a rush of warmth through you and wetness to your cunt.

His hands finished his journey at the apex of your thighs, thumbs pressing against the soft insides. Seokmin pushed them apart, baring your cunt, his eyes immediately transfixed on your pussy.

"Seokmin," you whined, squirming. "Stop staring at it like that."

He exhaled, biting down on his lip. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your cunt. "How about -- listen. I need to eat you out."

You sighed, throwing your head back against the pillows. They smelled like him, and coupled with his warm body against you, you felt surrounded by Seokmin. But you wanted more, you wanted his body actually on you, wanted to feel his weight covering you. "Seokmin, I want to feel you inside --"

"You will!" He interrupted, already lowering himself to the bed. He was golden, from his skin to his smile, gentle and reassuring. "I'll fuck you, princess, don't worry. I just want to taste you. Your cunt's so pretty, baby, I can't help it."

Then he was pressing his face down against your pussy, inhaling deeply as if you were a thousand-dollar bottle of perfume and not you, as if he was surrounded by flowers and not the smell of your pussy.

"You even smell good," he murmured, nose pressing against your mound. "Fuck. I knew you would, baby. I knew you'd smell good. Always smell so good, of course your pussy would smell pretty too."

"Seokmin," you whined, embarrassed. "Stop."

He breathed against your cunt once more, eyes fluttering. You were so embarrassed. It was your pussy he was smelling! Not some flower!

But Seokmin pressed his fingers to your cunt, spreading your lips apart. He groaned a little in appreciation. "Looks so good, baby."

You began to whine out his name again but the press of his fingers into your hole had you moaning, clenching around him. Three of his fingers worked into your hole, quicker than earlier do to you already being stretched. You couldn't help but groan all the same, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling, his fingers filling you so deliciously.

"Perfect," he mumbled. Then Seokmin was pressing his mouth to your clit, tongue lapping against it.

You let out a strangled noise, legs reflexively kicking out. Seokmin shifted, using his free arm to press you back down. "Careful, sweetheart."

Then he was licking back over your cunt, the sound of his mouth against your pussy lewd, making heat rush to your face and more of your pussy juices to flood out of you. He groaned, as if he was eating a first class meal instead of your cunt.

Seokmin worked his fingers in you slowly, rocking them back and forth, brushing the pads of his digits over your core. He was more focused on licking your pussy, his tongue running along his fingers and collecting your slick before returning back up to your clit.

He didn't eat you passionately, per say; though he was certainly eager. Seokmin ran his tongue along every inch of your cunt, exploring your crevices and folds, gathering your juices and returning to your clit to orbit it with his tongue, taunting you.

"Seok," you whined, face furrowed in a combination of arousal and irritation. "Please."

He hummed. Seokmin pressed his nose against your clit, tongue dipping into your hole as he slurped against you. When he spoke it was muffled, though he didn't care to take his face from your cunt -- from, as far as he was concerned, heaven. "Gotta use your words."

You moaned, legs kicking out. Seokmin pulled away, brow furrowed. His face was smeared with your juices, nose and cheeks and mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. He kept his fingers in you, though he stopped rocking them in your cunt. "Come on, baby. You always tell me to use my words, that we have to communicate if we want to have a good relationship."

You wanted to reach out and hit him. You had been talking about your relationship as roommates, talking about whose turn it was to take down the trash or get the mail. Not about him eating your cunt, not about his fingers wedged into your pussy down to the innermost knuckle.

"Seok," you whimpered, mouth pouting. "Seok, please."

"Say it, princess." He shifted his hand, using his free arm to press into the bed beside you, allowing Seokmin to hover over you. He lowered his face, breath warm against your mouth. "Gotta say it for me, baby. Please?"

You let out a small sob, looking up at him with wet eyes. "Please, Seokmin. I wanna cum, please."

He let out a little giggle, delighted. Seokmin bent down, pressing his mouth to yours, kissing your pout away. You couldn't help but gasp into it, the taste of your pussy on his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured before pressing one last kiss to your lips. Seokmin then made his way back down to your cunt, trailing kisses along your skin. Goosebumps rose on your arms as his mouth skimmed over your body, his lips pressing a fleeting kiss to each of your breasts, hand kneading at your hip.

Seokmin attached his mouth back to your clit, lips wrapping around the little bundle. He sucked at it, the sensation making your body jerk beneath him.

His fingers searched within you for a moment before he found your core once more. Seokmin began thrusting his fingers against it with precision, the sensation coupled with his tongue laving against your clit, sucking and licking and slurping, making you cry out, arching up from the bed.

"Seokmin," you cried, fingers fisting the blankets. Your legs tightened around him, Seokmin letting out a muffled moan as you squeezed him. You could feel it rising inside of you, like the wave of a tsunami; climbing and ascending, toes curling and body restless.

Finally the wave crashed against the beach and you came, orgasming around his fingers. You sobbed, mind going blank and heart so loud you could hear it roaring in your ears. Seokmin fucked his fingers into you continuously, unrelenting, ignoring your orgasming body.

You cried out his name, tears stinging at your eyes before they fell, sliding down your cheeks. Your body was electric, buzzing and filled with energy. Seokmin was doing anything other than soothe it, instead his mouth and fingers steadily working together to create more and more of it, thrusting you back up atop of that tsunami wave once more.

You kicked your foot out against him as you came down from your third orgasm of the day, his name leaving your lips in a loud whine. Seokmin finally pulled away, relenting; he gently eased his fingers from your cunt, pressed one last kiss to your cunt.

He laid his body on top of yours, a steady, grounding weight. He cooed at you, his large hand rising to your face and brushing away your tears. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. I got you, Seokmin's got you."

You grabbed at him, hands restless against his body. Seokmin pressed quick kisses to your face. "You did so well for me, princess. Did such a good job taking it."

You sniffled, and Seokmin tucked his head against your neck, muffling his laugh. "Don't laugh at me," you whined, hand weakly slapping his side. "You're mean."

Seokmin turned his head towards you, eyes sparkling fondly. "I'm not," he argued, though not convincingly. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand. Seokmin laced your fingers together, thumb gently swiping over your skin. His fingers were thin and knobbly against yours, and you couldn't help but fixate on a little mole on one of his fingers.

"'m okay," you answered softly. "Just need a minute."

Seokmin hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck. He tucked his head back against you and, ignoring the situation, ignoring the press of his hard dick against your body and the stickiness coating your thighs, he began softly singing.

You brought his hand to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it. His eyes sparkled as he watched you, the very picture of love. You couldn't help but smile back at him, content. "Hi."

He laughed softly. He then moved against your body, hands pressed to either side of you on the bed. Seokmin kissed your cheeks, his mouth trailing the path of your tears. "Can't believe you cried. Guess I'm just so good at eating you out that you couldn't help it."

You rolled your eyes, squeezing his hand in yours. "Whatever, Seok."

"Don't worry," he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You look very beautiful when you cry."

Seokmin then moved to the side, his body leaving yours. You shivered against the cold of the room, goosebumps rising, nipples pebbling. You watched, eyes taking in his long, lean body as he reached to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer.

He left the bed after retrieving what he was looking for. You watched, mouth watering, as he pushed down his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out, slapping against his stomach. Just as you had thought, his dick was huge. It was long and thick, and after a few strokes that had Seokmin hissing, a fat lob of precum leaked from the tip and onto the floor.

"I'll clean it later," he said, shoving his boxer briefs the rest of the way down. Seokmin released his cock to pull open the condom package. He began sliding it on, hand aruond his dick once more, but then stopped.

You glanced at him, raising your eyebrows. He whined, ears turning red. "Can you -- you know, look away?"

Bewildered, you propped yourself up. "What on earth do you mean?"

He whined again, pouting, his puppy-dog eyes begging. "It's weird when you watch me put it on."

Your mouth fell open. "Seokmin. You sound absolutely ridiculous. You're going to putting it in me and you're getting anxiety over me watching you put on a condom?"

Seokmin shot you a pitiful look. "Please? It's super weird.”

You sighed, but closed your eyes. Half a moment later he’s hopping back on the bed, making your eyes fly open. 

Seokmin is grinning down at you, as if he hadn’t spent the past hour fucking you, as if you weren’t about to continue said fucking. It made your heart flutter and skip, and you felt like a lovesick fool when you smiled back at him. 

Seokmin dropped a kiss on your forehead, and then he was kneeling back down between your legs. He placed his hands on your legs, squeezing gently. “You okay to keep going?”

You rolled your eyes. “Seok. You just made me look away so you could roll on a condom. Of course I’m okay to keep going, and as a matter of fact, I’d encourage it.”

He giggled, a boyishly cute thing that had heat flooding to your face. Seokmin then looped his arms underneath your thighs, and, slowly, as to not cause any unnecessary strain, he began pushing them up. 

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time,” he murmured, eyes meeting yours. “We can stop whenever you want. Just tell me, okay, princess?”

You nodded, humming. Your thighs were pressed against your chest, kept in place by the press of his body. “You too, Seok. If you want to stop just let me know.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes fondly and with a little grin. “As if. Been dreaming of this for years.”

“No more lurking outside my bedroom door when I fuck myself,” you said, raising your arms and tangling your hands in your own hair, pulling gently. Seokmin kept one arm wrapped around your thigh, keeping it pressed to your chest. His other hand went down to his cock and you couldn’t help but adjust yourself so you could watch as his large hand jerked his cock, the tip of it so close to your cunt. 

“No more listening while you fuck yourself,” he agreed. Seokmin moved closer, and you couldn’t help but clench in anticipation. “Relax, princess. Gotta be relaxed for me.”

You let out a deep breath, letting your head fall back to his pillows. “Well. You could keep listening, if you wanted. Could wait outside my door, listen to me fuck myself on my dildo. Wait until I’m crying and whining for you, then barge in and take over and show me how I should really be fucked.”

Seokmin let out a breath; the tip of his dick pressed against your cunt. “How do you deserve to be fucked, then?”

You hummed. Slowly Seokmin began to guide his dick inside of you. Immediately you felt the stretch; he was big. His dick felt huge inside of you, as if it was splitting you in two. 

You wanted it all. 

“Fuck me,” you whispered, biting down on your lip. For a moment you couldn’t think, distracted by the feeling of his dick in you, pressing deeper and deeper and deeper, forcing your walls to give around him and filling you. “Should be fucked like -- like ‘m precious or something.”

Seokmin hummed. The burn of his dick spreading you out slowly began to fade, and while it still persisted instead of being painful it felt delicious, a good sort of burn that made you want to buck up and force him in deeper, to take him. 

“You are precious,” he said. Seokmin took his hand off of his dick, satisfied that it didn’t need his guidance to fit the rest of the way inside of you. He looped his arm around your other thigh, and, in once quick, sharp movement, impaled his dick the rest of the way inside of you. 

You let out a strangled groan, arching up into him. Seokmin was flush against you, your ass against his thighs, his face next to yours. He reached and grabbed at your arms. You brought your hands down and he grabbed them, tangling his fingers in yours and pressing them against the bed. 

“Feel so good,” he mumbled, voice low. “Feel so good wrapped around my dick, squeezing it. You’re so good, princess. Feel so tight and warm.”

You sighed, squeezing around him. Seokmin squeezed your hands in return. Slowly he began to slide out, the feel of his dick against your walls making your toes curl and mouth fall open. It felt delicious and wonderful, and when he thrusted back into you you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. 

Seokmin reangled himself, and on the next deep thrust he was hitting your core. Your cunt clenched around him, dragging out a loud, deep moan from his mouth that had your toes curling once more. 

He began fucking you slow and deep, each roll of his hips satisfying. Seokmin’s dick was splitting you in half, and even though he was trying to be gentle the burn persisted. 

“Perfect,” he mumbled, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck. Seokmin panted against your skin, the sound loud in your years and coupled with the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass, the squelching of his dick inside of you. “Sound so fucking perfect, feel so fucking perfect. You’re so good for me, baby, so good and sweet.”

You couldn’t help but whine at his words. Seokmin was a talker, and sex was no different. Even as he thrusted deep and took your breath away, he continued talking, sin practically pouring from his mouth. 

“Feel so tight around me,” he mumbled, moaning around his words. “Pretty little cunt so good. Sounds so good and sweet, wanna -- wanna keep fucking you, don’t ever wanna stop. Gonna make you cream around me, gonna fucking -- gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna fuck you until you’re crying, gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking take it --”

The tsunami grew once more, rising over your head. Seokmin bit at your throat and then you were orgasming, the crash of the wave loud in your ears. Just like before he continued fucking you, his thrusts unrelenting, his pace unwavering. 

“Sound so fucking beautiful,” he whined, dropping his head into your neck. “God! Sound so fucking pretty crying for me, princess. Sound beautiful, look beautiful. Look so beautiful creaming around my dick, crying like that. My dick make you feel good? Tell me, baby; tell me it makes you feel good.”

You sobbed, and you knew, despite his words, you probably looked absolutely horrible, tear tracks down your face and mouth parted wide. “Feels good! Feel good, Seokmin, feels so fucking good!”

He moaned, pace stuttering. For a moment Seokmin was still and, foolishly, you thought that was the end of it. 

Then Seokmin was releasing his grip on your hands entirely, leaving them bare and cold. He raised his torso off of you, sweat glistening. Seokmin’s hands went underneath your knees and then he was pressing them further up, not stopping until your knees were at your shoulders. 

“Seok --” You let out a strangled cry as he thrusted sharply into you, unable to form any coherent thought. “Seokmin --”

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, voice deep and dark and making your cunt clench around his dick. 

Seokmin’s hands went to your hips, keeping them up. He began -- for a lack of a better word -- fucking you. Each drive of his cock inside of you had his balls and hips slapping against your ass, stinging; your cunt frantically clenched and quivered around him, each squeeze drawing a loud moan out of his mouth. 

“Good pussy,” he praised, breathless. He was beautiful above you, bangs pressed to his forehead, brow furrowed in concentration as he chased and chased his own climax, desperation taking over him. “Such a good fucking pussy, such a good cunt for me.”

Another orgasm crashed down on you, the sound of your sobs and cries loud in your own ears. Your nerves were on fire and the orgasm, the waves, weren’t putting them out. Instead they were inflaming them, every inch of your body quivering and sweating. 

You don’t remember when he came, nor did you remember him pulling out. You were somewhere else, where time didn’t exist, where nothing outside of Seokmin and his dick drilling you existed. It was all Lee Seokmin, all him. 

When you returned, you were wrapped in his arms. He had one hand tangled in your hair, keeping your face pressed against his neck. Seokmin’s other arm was around your back, keeping your naked body flushed with his own. He had you against the pillows, having made a warm barrier against your back to keep you from feeling cold and barren. 

Predictably, you were smelly, sweaty, and sore. Your cunt ached and thighs burned, though neither were particularly unpleasant. Instead you couldn’t help but feel satisfied, gleeful at the thought of the bruises that would litter your body from Seokmin fucking you, visible marks of him. 

Seokmin pulled away a little, having felt you shift. His hand moved from your hair, cradling your cheek. He smiled down at you, so bright that you couldn’t help but close your eyes, groaning and pressing yourself back against him. 

Seokmin laughed, arms wrapping around you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose sharp as he nuzzled against your hair. 

“I love you,” he said, voice sweet and fond and filled with adoration. “I love you, Y/n. You’re so amazing.”

You huffed. “Oh, so I’m amazing after we had sex?”

Seokmin gently pulled at your hair, reprimanding. “No twisting my words when we’re cuddling after making love, sweetheart.”

You grinned against his skin. You were surrounded by him and his smell, the musk of his body and the faint notes of his cologne. You were warm all around, from your heart to your fingers and toes. “Oh? So that was making love, was it? Fucking me like some animal?”

“Wasn’t it?”

You hummed, and then shook your head. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Is there a difference?” He asked, his hand returning to your hair. His fingers scratched lightly at your scalp, making your eyes flutter. “Between how we -- you know. How we did it and making love?”

You laughed, shifting. All you could see was golden skin and you couldn’t help but think it made sense. His golden skin and smile, the golden shimmer that surely surrounded this moment, you pressed against him, love tattooed on your bodies. “How we did it? You fucked me like an absolute animal, Lee Seokmin, and you can’t even say that we had sex?”

Seokmin whined, hand tugging at your hair. “Don’t make fun of me! You’re so mean. We just confessed our deep-rooted love for one another, made -- made --- made love, and now you’re bullying me! Stop laughing at me!”

Your laughter grew. Seokmin huffed, pushing away from you. You giggled as he crossed his arms over his chest, pouting down at you. “I can’t believe you! Taking advantage of little vulnerable me!”

You reached out, tugging at his hand, still grinning widely. “Sorry -- I’m sorry, Seok.”

“You’re still laughing!” He accused you, eyes wide as he slapped your hand away. “I don’t believe you’re sorry at all! You’re sitting there, laughing at me, while I’m here being all vulnerable! It’s inhumane!”

You couldn’t help but let out another bark of laughter. “That’s not what inhumane means, Seok.”

“See!”

Giggling, you rose to your elbows. Seokmin watched warily as you moved closer, lips pressed in a pout. He looked cute, arms crossed over his chest, pouting down at you with his big doe eyes. 

But you couldn’t help but notice how his arms crossed brought attention to his chest, how his pecs pressed out. You couldn’t help but let your gaze fall over his bulging biceps, over his stomach; over his cock, still flaccid, still large and impressive and delicious.